Why bother with a martial arts duel? It would be much more thrilling to witness two demon lords quarrel and clash.
Many around regret not bringing melon seeds and teapots.
Moreover, there was significant information in Cendrarsa's words earlier.
Zagonnas is a typical case of all bark and no bite; he may seem impressive, but who knew he would fall short in certain aspects?
Whispers and murmurs instantly lightened the sombre atmosphere of the Demon Slaughtering Convention.
Zagonnas, aware of his wrongdoing towards Cendrarsa, would endure her scolding but now wasn't the time. The person he sought to kill was still alive, and his intended deeds remained undone.
"Master, I will give you an explanation for our past, but today..."
"What's wrong with today? Isn't today an auspicious day? Today is Qingming Festival; it seems fitting to be your memorial day."
Before Zagonnas could finish his statement, Cendrarsa interrupted him, leaving him conflicted as he watched her.
However, having come this far, he couldn't falter. What he had to do today would receive condemnation from the entire world for years to come. His enemies would not spare his family and descendants; he had no future.
"Fine, since you say so, let us begin," Zagonnas concurred.
The history of the past life was about to repeat itself. However, this time, Zagonnas didn't draw his sword first; instead, he faced Cendrarsa without unsheathing it, finding himself unable to do so.
Cendrarsa, not drawing the poison-coated Biyue Blade behind her, took another step forward towards Zagonnas.
"Do you mean to kill me once again? That stroke pierced me here, it was especially painful," Cendrarsa pointed to her heart, her eyes now red.
"Zagonnas, not only have you been reborn; I thought I wouldn't feel this heart-wrenching pain again, but now, this place hurts, more than before," Cendrarsa wept, tears streaming down her cheeks, falling into Zagonnas's heart, forming a vast abyss.
Zagonnas couldn't fathom why such a phenomenon of rebirth had occurred to the both of them simultaneously. Yet, as he watched Cendrarsa cry, his resolve began to waver.
"I..."
"Zagonnas, for the last time, have you made up your mind and revoked this divorce letter?"
When Cendrarsa produced the divorce letter, a note slipped out from the red envelope.
[Wishing My Wife: Peace and Prosperity, Longevity]
The note fell to the ground, too light, caught by the wind and almost blown away.
Seeing it about to escape, Zagonnas quickly grabbed it, but it was too heavy for him to return to Cendrarsa.
"I asked you a question, answer me!"
"No."
Zagonnas shook his head in the end, unable to let go of the deep-seated grudge in his heart. Standing there, he vividly recalled the brutal death of his parents sixteen years ago in this very place, all for the sake of individuals vying for supremacy.
They all deserved to die, especially Lupan, the mastermind behind the massacre sixteen years ago, who now harboured ambitions to claim the top spot again.
However, Zagonnas didn't want Cendrarsa involved in all this.
At this thought, Zagonnas's gaze finally changed, becoming wild and bloodthirsty.
"Cendrarsa, our fate in this lifetime has reached its end. Everything I do today has nothing to do with you, and I don't want to see you now. Leave."
"Haha! Hahahaha! Hahahahaha..."
Cendrarsa truly didn't expect him to say such words to her.
Clutching the divorce letter, Cendrarsa burst into laughter, exuding true energy that turned the letter into countless shards in an instant.
"Zagonnas, you're mistaken. In my world, there's no concept of divorce, only widowhood."
As the plot reached its climax, just when everyone anticipated the battle between the two demon lords to commence, Cendrarsa's words instantly chilled everyone to the bone.
"My man, even in death, must go out in a blaze of glory. All of you will stay here with me as sacrifices, starting with the ugliest one first."
As her words fell, Cendrarsa swiftly appeared before Lupan. The venomous Biyue Blade was unsheathed.
"Master, you?"
Lupan retreated repeatedly, hoping for room to manoeuvre, but Cendrarsa's attacks were lethal with no room for respite.
"You deceitful wench! You've gone back on your word!"
Forced by circumstances, Lupan had no choice but to retaliate. However, he wasn't alone; his lackeys from the Wen family also rushed in to help.
The followers of the Poisonous Cult couldn't bear to see their master at a disadvantage; with a signal from Fenghuang, dozens of followers dressed in Miao-style attire joined the fray.
"What are you waiting for? Work together and kill this demoness!"
In the chaos, some joined the fight while others stayed on the sidelines.
In a mere moment, the martial arts arena descended into chaos.
Zagonnas stood still, seemingly transported back sixteen years in an instant.
Because his parents had always kept a low profile, not revealing they were the rulers of Linsen City, they attended the world conference without informing anyone of their status.
Just as the worldly individuals were about to engage in a bloody struggle for supremacy, his father stepped forward to dissuade them, attempting to halt the unnecessary bloodshed.
However, swords have no eyes; his parents, despite having no involvement in the power struggles, perished under random blades.
And now, were these people going to take away his beloved? No, no one could harm his wife, no one could.
The sound of the Shuishi Sword being unsheathed resembled a hushed whisper carried by a strong wind, penetrating deep.
When Cendrarsa was surrounded by a dozen experts, a sword energy cut through the encirclement. Zagonnas had already killed two people with a single strike.
Wanting to scold him further, Cendrarsa found herself too preoccupied.
Grinding her teeth, she ignored Zagonnas and turned to continue her pursuit of Lupan.
As the bodies piled up and blood flowed like a river, threatening to alter the future history of this simulation, Cendrarsa's killing spree had to be halted.
"Master, please stop the bloodshed. Too many lives have been lost; you cannot continue like this," the system voice came through.
"Leave me be."
"Master, if you destroy this world, how will Skoll become the Supreme of the World in the future? He has to protect his homeland."
The system was on the verge of breakdown; the merging of the master and the former host, both with unruly inclinations, had become uncontrollable.
"Master, don't forget you have a mission; you need to make Zagonnas let go of his grudges, but right now, your enmity is even heavier than his."
At this mention, Cendrarsa suddenly sobered from her killing frenzy.
Indeed, she had unfinished business; amidst her anger, there were tasks to be completed.
"I understand. So, how do I wrap this up now?" Cendrarsa asked inwardly, scanning her surroundings.
Having lost control in her rage, now calmed, she noticed she and Zagonnas had nearly destroyed half of this world.
"Master, there's only one way now: pretend to be injured. Make Zagonnas think you're on the verge of death."
"What kind of rotten idea is that?"
Cendrarsa cursed inwardly at the suggestion but had no choice but to proceed as advised.
With a glance, she saw Lupan attempting to escape.
It was your turn..."